bear foot of a preacher
They walk all days for something
They dont even afraid of a pagan
Morning you could hear their voices,
There voice is like walkie talkie
They are a job comforter alldays
There always full of joys of spring
In this cosmic you could see them
Hardly you could see them in a hotel
Till kingdom come they could always preach there word
They we not give there God a judas kiss
They walk all days for something
They could move to and fro to say there word
They could always aim for something
The kingdom of God
The bear foot of a preacher
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